|Village Kitchen from net**|
An impregnable reality
has slipped away
The drudgery of daily cooking
With lavish spices; for replacing the
Odors, aromas nearly every day
never outlived my perceptions. Until one day,
A green shoot –while getting blanched in a vessel
Gave sly-glances at me, and
almost knocked me down!
It's condensed suggestiveness
Suggested undertones….thankfully, I could follow.
I was used to listening to such voices within…so
In the cacophony of pots and pans, I heard the secret murmur
I looked at the Zen-inspired succulence in my garden—
a momentary explosion of beauty and fragrance,
embodying all the mysteries blinked;
Gardens are a shorthand representation
Of man’s connection with nature…I realized
A smell of burning reached my olfactory nerves
my mind warned, heart murmured again…
I had hoarded their worthiness
the need to pay homage...so, it was time to reflect!
Many thoughts crossed by; with added ranting, raving
I wiped my hands .....drying with sighs ..
The freshly plucked veges smiled in relief….
(The guilt lodged in my heart will never leave.)